Arrogant, the Fourth Son of the Tang Family, Just Called Your Bureau Chief...

At the bureau, in the director's office.

The director sat frozen in his phone-call posture, utterly dumbfounded.

Arrested who?

Arrested the Tang family's one and only little daughter?

You're kidding me. How could someone make such a colossal blunder!

If he remembered correctly, she had run away from home over some incident a few years ago and hadn't been back since, and then... the old lady had hit Old Master Tang and even made a fuss about getting a divorce.

It was quite a scene back then. Because of the divorce drama, even the eldest Tang son, who held a post in the capital, Da Jing City, had taken a few days off to rush back. He never did find out how it was resolved in the end. All he remembered was that after it was over, he went to visit the old master and saw a few extra scratches on his face.

He didn't dare ask, of course. How those scratches got there... probably... the old master had taken a fall, right?

After that, it seemed the little daughter ran off to work as a school doctor at some school, a pretty cushy position, wasn't it? At the same school his own youngest son attended?

His eldest son was already done with his studies, having attended a university in Da Jing City, and was set to follow in his own career footsteps. As for the younger one, his ambitions lay elsewhere, so he let him be. As long as the boy grew up safe and sound, that was enough.

"What's going on, Jianjun? Give me the gist. There must be some misunderstanding here. Once we clear it up, it'll be fine."

The director began to work his verbal magic, leading with the word "misunderstanding" to frame the entire incident. It was either a mistake by his subordinates, or Tang Yuyao hadn't actually done anything wrong—it was just a misjudgment, or if she did do something, it was only a minor infraction.

Such was the prowess of a veteran artist.

Tang Jianjun furrowed his brows. "Shouldn't be any misunderstanding, I think. Seems it was drunk driving?"

The Director: "..."

Seriously, brother? Being this blunt? Are you trying to mess with me like I'm some fool? I laid it out so "clearly," and you still don't get it?

"Oh, oh, she accidentally left a couple of bottles of liquor in the car, right? And they spilled?"

"No, I remember..." Tang Jianjun's voice came through the phone, sounding uncertain, as if trying to recall something.

"Ahem, Jianjun, you remembered wrong. The footage I have here shows exactly that. You misremembered..."

The director hurriedly coughed, cutting off the other's recollection. Tang Jianjun on the other end fell silent for a moment, seemingly finally catching on.

"Oh, right, it's just like you said." Tang Jianjun's voice carried a note of sudden, inexplicable enlightenment.

The Director: "..."

Finally! Not easy. No wonder back in the day he didn't choose a political career like the eldest Tang son but went a different route. Being this "straightforward," brother, you might easily stir up trouble, never giving anyone peace of mind. The army suits you much better, like a fish in water...

Once that was sorted, the rest would be straightforward. Just follow procedure and there shouldn't be any issues.

"Alright, since it's a misunderstanding, I'll have your sister-in-law released right away. I'll even personally escort her home, a good chance to drop by and visit the old master." The director breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fine. Then, Fatso, you head back later with Old Fourth." Tang Jianjun said offhandedly.

Old Fourth?

Involuntarily, the director's mind conjured a somewhat portly figure, almost his own build. The difference was, the other man always wore a beaming smile, was extremely easy to talk to, and a very comfortable person to be around.

The director narrowed his eyes... This Tang family's Old Fourth was also quite a character, terribly slick. He'd come by several times before for official approvals and related certificates, always managing to foist a bunch of gifts on him.

The most infuriating part was, he couldn't refuse. Because his wife and daughter loved the stuff, and that's exactly what the other man had pegged. If he dared refuse, he'd probably be banished from the bedroom to sleep elsewhere for a good long while.

Of course, it also wouldn't do to slight the Tang family's face... A very shrewd individual.

"Okay, Jianjun. I'll wait for Shouye to come pick up your sister-in-law, and then..."

"Good, you handle it. I've got things to do here. Hanging up."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The Director: "???"

The director stared incredulously at the now disconnected phone in his hand, sinking into silence. If not for years of dealing with Tang Jianjun and being accustomed to his temperament, this would probably keep him up at night.

Tang Jianjun stepping in to pull strings probably wasn't his own idea. After all, being in the military zone, he wouldn't contact the outside unless absolutely necessary. So, it was either the eldest Tang son's idea or came from Old Master Tang himself...

Tang Jianjun just treated whatever his elder brother or the old master said as a mission to execute.

Once he got the nod here, Tang Jianjun's mission was accomplished. Mission done, no dragging things out—hang up directly, very decisive and efficient.

After hanging up, the director sat in his chair, seemingly deep in thought... If he remembered correctly, among the promotion list for Major General sent down from above this time, wasn't Tang Jianjun's name included?

The Tang family were the true dragons coiled in Haihai City, keeping a low profile... Of course, the other families weren't easy to deal with either.

Being this director was really tough, sigh...

He made a call to his subordinates, then gathered his things to head out. He had to handle this matter personally, otherwise it would be disrespectful. Any slight might mean getting the cold shoulder from the old lady on his next visit to the Tang residence.

The one and only daughter they finally had after all these years was naturally their precious jewel. If not for that, the old lady was a very kind and amiable person. Hard to imagine someone like that would resort to physical violence...

"Tricky situation..."

The director muttered to himself, picked up his jacket, and left the office.

Thud!

...

Detention Center.

Outside, a luxurious convoy of business vehicles came to a stop. Whoosh—the rear door opened, and a somewhat rotund figure hopped out of the car, breaking into a trot. His secretary and bodyguards, following behind, also started running.

After a short while, the man stopped at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, panting heavily. That little sprint was nearly his physical limit; a bit more and he'd be completely spent.

"Did you bring everything?" The slightly portly man asked after catching his breath, finally straightening up and turning to his people.

The subordinates answered in unison, "All brought, boss!"

“Mm, good, full of spirit. An extra chicken leg for everyone at dinner later. Alright, follow me in!” The man nodded with satisfaction, then strode into the bureau with a strangely “bold” swagger.

"Comrades, you've worked hard, staying so late. Here, have something to eat, take a break."

Tang Shouye rubbed his hands together, beaming at the other police officers in the lobby. Their faces were a mix of confusion and bewilderment, all thinking... Who is this guy?

After Tang Shouye finished speaking, the large group of secretaries and bodyguards behind him sprang into action. They distributed the expensive pre-prepared boxed meals to every staff member in the police station, even the cleaning auntie got one—no one was left out.

After the distribution, there were still extras left aside for anyone who was still hungry to take.

The contents of the boxed meals were exceptionally lavish: king crab, fried chicken cutlets, sea urchin, sushi... There were expensive items, down-to-earth options, and filling staples—all thoughtfully considered. It wasn't one of those "pretty meals" that are all show, good only for photos but not actually tasty.

This was both delicious and beautiful!

Tang Shouye, the fourth child of the Tang family, a plump, chubby, and shrewd-eyed little fourth brother.

Faced with such a grand spectacle, it took a moment for the others in the station to snap out of it. Finally, someone in charge came over.

"Hello, sir. Please take these things back!"

"It's not much money. I just saw how hard everyone is working, and I want to serve the people too!" Tang Shouye didn't take up the other party's point, just kept smiling and talking on his own.

"I saw online that it's popular to send bottled water and such, right? This is my way of serving the people too. Oh, by the way, I also have some extra spa, mall, and supermarket gift cards here. They're just sitting idle. Comrade, could you help me distribute them? Give them to people who need them!"

Tang Shouye snapped his fingers. A secretary from behind stepped forward with a bag. Tang Shouye grabbed a handful from inside—gift cards from various top-tier malls in Dahai City, each with a value of five thousand!

Not giving the other party a chance to refuse, Tang Shouye simply placed the items to the side and said with a grin, "Oh, right, officer. I'm here to pick up my sister. I called your bureau chief earlier. You can check; my sister's name is Tang Yuyao..."

You called the bureau chief???

The policewoman: "???"